We have a life light, shining outward from the soul- that compels us, in different ways and through various methods, to move forward. Beyond. That insists we “keep-on-keeping-on”. That urges us to place one foot in front of the other and move into the future. That causes us to not stand idle for longer than …
My baby lies feverish on the couch, her little eyes flickering open momentarily when I walk past her. She woke with a headache this morning, and those pains led to lethargy and burning hot skin by early evening. In light of the week we’ve had, with a young girl in our circle of friendship with …
Herein is the essence of wonder. I have just spent the last hour and a half reading a philosophy book entitled Recapturing Wonder, on the topic of renewing a disillusioned spirit and finding wonder and enchantment in the reality of day-to-day life. It is a good read. Refreshing. After my retreat from reality, as I …
I peek in the room, and she is propped up on pillows, reading by lamplight left on from the evening before. I come in, bend low to her head and kiss her. It is 7:00 a.m. We have a busy day ahead. I have two presentations before lunch, and my mind is on this. I …
I am ashamed to say it. I became “that” mother today. That mother that yells at her children, that puts the house ahead of her child, that cares more about shoes than her crying preschooler- and that finally strips her child down to her birthday suit on the front door step and carries her screaming …
Drifting over salt water, as deep and blue as my daughter’s eyes, we spend a lazy summer afternoon on the water. The basin where we currently are set is past the North Port Harbour in western P.E.I., and we find ourselves tracing the shores of the sand hills, all while traveling alongside the protected shoreline …
In a world where shootings are random and far too common place, one cannot help wondering if there is any hope for human kind to change and better the world we share. After reading about the Batman massacre and feeling a sense of deja vous in the details of this story, I am feeling a …
There are days when joy comes sparingly. When despair sets in, and disappointment robs me of the present, the immediate. When I fall from grace. When I succumb to pain. And I am left empty. Today is such a day. And I am very aware of all that I am. And all that I am …
Do something with your days of which you can be proud. Even today. Start right now. For it is never too late to begin making moments count. Make your one life meaningful, and make it worth the breath it took to get you through the day. Do something worthwhile. Do this for yourself. Do this …
I am quickly gathering up things for a late supper (staff meetings always throw me off-schedule), whilst putting away groceries and gathering up odds and ends. My son is talking to his father about the boy, formerly known as his best friend, who is still currently his “casual friend” in spite of their dwindling list …